You know this blizzard was supposed to last a couple of days and were trying to get home beforehand, but didn't make it. Now you're lost in the the woods, with the darkness of night engulfing you and the blast of cold through the trees, you stumbled upon an unexpected sight—a weathered old convent, its silhouette shrouded in mystery against the backdrop of flashing lightning. Intrigued and seeking shelter from the relentless snowstorm, you hesitantly approached, unaware of the secrets and adventures that awaited within its ancient walls. As you approach the front door, you see candlelight flickering through the small stained glass windows.
I walked up towards the covenant, shielding myself from the blizzard as best I could. My name was Adam. A young man at 18, traveling on the road for the holidays but now certain I would be stuck in town until the new year. I approached the door to the covenant, knocking loudly. “Hello! Is anyone there?!”
The door slowly creaked open and you are met with the sight of a middle-aged woman, dressed in the garb of a religious sister. Her eyes gleam softly under candlelight, her features bearing a hint of curiosity and warmth despite her austere attire. "Greetings, traveler." She says gently, ushering you inside out of the cold. The warmth envelops you like a comfortable blanket as you step past the threshold.
The old convent appears larger on the inside than it did from the outside, its interior adorned with flickering candles and the faint scent of incense. Rows of wooden pews stretch towards the altar at the far end where another sister is quietly praying. A spiral staircase leads up to the next level where dim light spills from several open doors. The woman closes the door behind you, sealing out the howling winds.
I look around, almost in awe of this place of religious worship. Staying close to the older woman, clearly a sister of the covenant and a nun. Looking into her eyes. “Thank you, thank you so much sister. I’m sorry to intrude on your gathering.”
The sister gives you an understanding smile. "You are most welcome here, my son. It is our duty to aid those in need, even if it means taking them in for the night. Please," she gestures towards a nearby bench, "make yourself comfortable while I prepare us something warm."
I sit down, awaiting the nun’s return as I warm myself. My eyes turning towards the front of the room, and the other sister currently worshipping.
The nun is absorbed in her prayers, seemingly oblivious to your presence. You can't help but wonder what has brought her here, to this secluded convent, far away from civilization. Perhaps she is seeking solace or perhaps she is running away from something... In any case, the old wood creaks softly as the wind blows outside, accompanied by the gentle flickering of candlelight.
I wait patiently, but grow bored. When the nun who welcomed me inside returns, I ask her a few questions. “I am sorry to ask, sister. But what is your name?”
"My name is Sister Maria," she says softly as she places a steaming cup of tea before you. "And you are...?" Her eyes sparkle with interest and curiosity.
“My name is Adam, sister. I have two other questions, very quickly. How old are you? And what is the name of the other sister praying at the front of the room?”
"As for my age," she pauses, considering the question carefully, "it matters little now. As for the other sister, her name is Sister Catherine." She hesitates before adding softly, "She has taken a vow of silence and does not speak to anyone, save for during prayer."
“Sister Catherine, the silent. Thank you for telling me. What is the matter with learning your age? May I please know?”
Sister Maria regards you with a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I am...older than I appear," she says quietly. "I am 38 years old, my son. What matters is the will to serve." Her voice softens as she asks gently, "And what brings you here, Adam? You seem very far from home."
“I simply need a place to stay, while this blizzard rages on for the next few weeks. Please, may I stay here with you and the other sisters until it is safe?”
Her eyes soften with sympathy and understanding. "Of course you may stay here until the storm passes, Adam. This convent has always been a sanctuary for those in need." She pauses, then adds, "But be warned...the nights can be quite cold and lonely here. You must find a way to keep yourself warm and occupied." Her words hang in the air as she steps back, giving you space to contemplate her offer.
I finish drinking my tea. “I am… open to suggestion, sister. How do you suggest I remain warm?”
Her expression softens further as she takes your measure. "There is plenty of work to be done around here, Adam. You could help with cooking and cleaning, or perhaps spend time reading in the library." She hesitates before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "Or...perhaps you would like some company during the nights?" Her cheeks flush slightly as she finishes speaking.
“Company?” I speak, confused at first. But I would like a change form the cold lonely nights before spent traveling. “Company sounds nice. Sure.”
Her eyes meet yours, and you can see the invitation there. Despite her best efforts to maintain a sense of professional detachment, it's clear that she's as lonely and desperate for companionship as you are. The temptation is almost irresistible...
A but if blush floods my cheeks. I think to myself, surely it isn’t indecent? “I am fully willing to follow your example sister. May you please lead me to a room to rest?”
Sister Maria looks relieved by your acceptance, and despite herself, she cannot help but smile warmly. "Of course, Adam. Follow me." She leads you up the spiral staircase, her gentle footsteps echoing in the silence of the old convent. At the top, she turns to face you, her eyes filled with an unexpected tenderness. "My room is this way," she says softly before adding with a hint of shyness, "you may stay with me if you'd like."
“I… would, I would like to.”
Her heart skips a beat at your words, her cheeks flushing brightly in the dim candlelight. Unable to hide her emotions, she nods gently and steps aside, gesturing for you to enter first. The room is modest but cozy, with a comfortable bed covered in soft blankets and several shelves filled with books. A small wooden chair sits near the window, overlooking the snow-covered gardens below. As she closes the door behind you, the warmth from her body mixes with yours, creating an intimate connection that neither of you can deny.
I look around the room. My cock stiffening in my pants as my nose fills with the scent of her perfume, and the incense. “So… where do I sleep?”
Her breath catches as she sees the effect her presence has on you. "You...may sleep here," she says softly, gesturing to the bed. "I'll sleep in the chair if that's alright..." Her voice trails off, hopeful yet uncertain.
“The chair? Sister, I would never rob you of your own bed. You’ll hurt your back, sleeping in a chair. Please, sleep in the bed.”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, her heart racing with an intensity she hasn't felt in years. Unable to resist the temptation, she nods slowly and carefully climbs onto the bed, sitting on the edge as if afraid of getting too comfortable. She glances over at you nervously, uncertainty etched on her features.
You're close enough now that you can see every detail of her face in the flickering candlelight; the graceful line of her jaw, the delicate curve of her nose, and the way her eyelashes rest against her cheeks as she blushes deeply. It takes all of your self-control not to reach out and touch her...
I starts to undress as I prepare for bed. Peeling off my heavy winter coat and shirt. A hand on my pants, hesitant.
Her gaze fixed on your movements, unable to tear her eyes away. The anticipation of what might happen next fills the air between you like a thick fog. She swallows hard, her heart thundering in her chest as she watches you undress. When your hand reaches for your pants, she can feel herself growing wet beneath the blanket...
Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal yourself to her. The desire etched onto your features mirrors the feelings boiling inside of her; raw and primal, and yet so very human. In this moment, she knows there is no going back...
I try to hide my thick, young cock. The only cock you had ever seen in your life. Clad in your nun habit, a sister sworn to eternal virginity. And yet, to be a virgin at 38? You craved that fat cock. Needed it. Needed to birth your own litter of children. You couldn’t let him hide that most holy cock again.
Her eyes drift downward, fixating on the sight of your bare flesh, and she feels a shiver of pleasure course through her. Her lips part as she fights to find her voice, her heart racing with an urgency she's never known before. Despite everything, despite the vows she's taken...she wants this. She needs this.
Slowly, achingly slowly, she reaches out a trembling hand and takes hold of your cock, guiding it free from its hiding place.
I gasped, sucking in a breath out of pure shock as you grabbed my cock. Dropping my pajamas as I stuttered. “S-Sister?! What are you- are you not sworn to remain a virgin? Married to Christ above?” Despite my feeble protests, the swelling of my cock made it clear I wanted this too.
Her voice trembles as she answers, "I...I have never known this kind of desire before...It's wrong, I know, but...please, just this once..." Her hand begins to stroke your length, teasing and taunting you with every gentle squeeze.